beautiful evening yesterday in the company of friends Lynda Bell Centre. For the few who do not yet know, hockey and Canadians are for me a true religion. I could not imagine my life without hockey.
Little guys already Hockey Night was a must on my agenda (much less charged the time.) I remember evenings spent with my grandfather listening to the games. It was just two seconds sitting on the couch and was overheated when the Bleu Blanc Rouge marked.
I love hockey because I grew up with the CH on the heart, my mother already ill at the time I talked incessantly of the sport and I even went into the great temple of hockey Atwater several times as a kid. From the top of my four years, I chanted the name of No. 12 at the time, one of the great Yvan Cournoyer.
Today, my passion for the game remains the same, I do not miss any games, I make a point of reading the sports pages, blogs and listen CKAC sports daily.
My life without hockey is not quite the same, I do not hide it, go to the Bell Centre moves me still, I heart on the verge of exploding when the bells ring seconds before the team arrives on the ice I'm excited to see every night in this arena over 22,000 people who chanted their love for the Red White Blue, to see young children already proudly wear the colors of the CH. It seems that for once everyone seems to want to go in the same direction.
I love our hockey nights at 1487 along with Lynda, Zak, Massimo, Marie-Eve and even my husband who says gradually tame the vagaries of hockey. Every goal of CH makes me want to jump six feet above my head and every win makes me happy until the next game.
I am told often find it strange that a gay love hockey. This comment surprises me and always makes me smile. I was born with the red sweater on my heart and my sexual orientation has nothing to do with this. My love for CH is for me the legacy of my mother and my grandfather and not a game that goes by that I think of them. I am also convinced that day that my grandfather play the match behind my shoulder every night and in all my cries, there's a bit of it. My mother is not far either.
Yesterday Our Canadians have won 3-2 against the Rangers in New York and is the happy heart that I left the Bell Centre and look forward to tomorrow evening for the next game.
Go Habs Go!